I’ve grown used to waking up

to the prickly fingers of sun rays

on my lazy brows

It’s seem like I have always had to struggle

against the elements just to tear myself

from your embrace each morning,

kiss you with coffee laced lips

and with eyes following like sun beams

I dash off to chase our dreams

Yet, I miss you…

 
I grew up with a crush

that was as big as the rocks in Abeokuta 

not knowing anything else  but to chase

and run wild with you down our old neighbourhood

against the elements we had raged

never without each other

never without a mischief

God, I miss you…

Yeah, we grew up in the age of innocence

We owned the streets, own the keys to our secret alleys

never afraid to indulge in a getaway of our own

never afraid to push the walls of innocence

we danced butt naked in the rains

we were free until ‘wanna be starting something’

and ‘all night long’ stole our youth

Heaven, I miss you…

And I have grown used to waking up with you

With the smell of coffee fueling my drive

the chatter of children drifting in from below

a reminder that water has gone under the bridge

we had our moments but I long to dance

butt naked with you, again

God, it’s raining, and I still miss you…

                                                   dave chukwuji